Demon Refining, Marking the Target Star Lord

Zhao Sheng's gaze tightened as he noticed Mountain Dragon Little Gold's eyes had nearly turned pitch-black. His heart clenched, and he realized he had still underestimated the terror of the tribulation demon's demonic thoughts.

With a flicker of thought, towering waves rose from nowhere within the Soul Sea of his Purple Palace. The Five Thunder Rings, covered in scars, slowly emerged from the sea.

Great swathes of clear Primordial Spirit light fell into the Five Thunder Rings, instantly stirring up ripples of five colors.

The ripples instantly transformed into strands of five-colored lightning threads, tearing through the void of the Purple Palace and vanishing in a flash.

Outside, just as a glimmer of lightning appeared between Zhao Sheng's brows, Mountain Dragon Little Gold suddenly let out a muffled groan, and its eyes turned completely black.

"I... I can't... suppress it anymore! Ahhh... I'm about to show my... true... form."

Little Gold desperately endured its beastly instincts, but under the erosion of the demonic thoughts, it could barely control its reason and desires. The next second, crackling sounds like exploding beans came from within its body. Its tiny frame rapidly swelled like an inflated balloon, while gray-black alien light bloomed all around it.

An incomparably enormous dark-gold shadow abruptly appeared behind it and swiftly blackened. Dense tentacles grew from it, making it seem as though the demonic thoughts were about to seize its consciousness.

This sudden change nearly exceeded Zhao Sheng's expectations. He had not expected the demonic thoughts' counterattack to be so fierce, nor that it would act upon Little Gold.

It had to be said that Little Gold was precisely the sort of "target" easily eroded.

"Zhao Xi, I am currently trapped by the demonic thoughts and have no strength to save Little Gold for the moment. If you